I look into a mirror. There is a girl staring back, a girl I know well. I have seen her a million times before. I have heard her name whispered on the wind and been afraid. Her name is the one I hear in the halls between classes, when I turn around, and no ones looking for her. She is I, and I am she. We are the same.1
This girl has long dark hair that falls down to her waist, and that is where I am always confused because somehow I always remember her hair being gold, a lovely light yellow blond. And yet, I see that surely this could not be so, for her hair is nearly black with a shimmer of red that you’d only see if you stared long enough. Her eyes are dark too, like her hair, but in them the red is more pronounced, like a rich red cherry bark. Her skin isn’t mine though. Hers is pale, and I recall mine being darker. Perhaps it’s been too long since the gentle rays of the sun kissed me.2
I don’t particularly like this girl I see, and yet I’m connected to her. Rather sad how that comes out, for in the end I think she is as unloved as me. Only, she doesn’t even have a family to love her. The poor girl just has me, I who have a heart of stone. I cannot even find the room in which to love myself. I hear a sigh, and know its mine. How is it that I never seem to live within myself any more, how can I always be a mere few feet away?3
I tie the dark hair back with a lime green ribbon, tying a thick green bow to be proud of. I readjust my lime green dress that falls to my knees and stare at the precious stockings so dear in my memory, long stockings with thick purple stripes that fit me perfectly. I slip my feet into my sparkly red shoes that seem to have walked right out of ‘The Wizard of Oz’ and smile at my reflection. Perfect!4
Now I’m ready for school… or I seem to be until I recall the finale. Makeup. I put on a light purple lipstick and red eyeliner. I put on a light pink eye shadow and powder my cheeks a dusty rose. I giggle a little at my reflection now. It’s not quite me today, and yet I know that there is no one else quite like that. I powder on a light cover up and then am out the door wearing a dorky looking plastic Barbie backpack that’s still somehow a part of my life in the scheme of things, or perhaps it just matched today’s outfit.5
Author notes
ok, this has nothing to do with myself, at least that I know of, cause im in love with myself (lol) and obviously this girl isnt. anyways, I dont know why I wrote this all that time ago, but if you have any Idea where I should take it from here, let me know, cause I have NO plot (i'm a failure due to lack of plot twitch ) or I might have a plot, but its not here.. anyways. I'll type up the plot if I find it ~kels~
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i love the mirror part.. where she has changed so much.. awesome.. keep on going
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I thinks its a pretty good idea
i was thinking it was how you looked but i guess not
so you dont have pale skin and long dark hair?
cause i think that is hot
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good story..you should add on to it or make a sequal -
oh, I get it.. yeah. Oddly enough, I have no idea what point I was trying to make with this. I think I mostly had to write it to get the words out on paper. Thanks so much for all you're comments ^-^!
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AR means alternate reality. You'll see that a lot if you read Weiss Kreuz, Gundam Wing, or Saiyukii fanfics. It means that a character is not the same as it is in the anime, movie, ect.
I read those kind of things a lot, so I know a bit about them. They're great at first, but after awhile, they all seem to be the same things. I usually forget all the ones I read after awhile, unless they were majorly unique.
Edited on Dec 29, 4:29 p.m. because 'It's AR...There's also an AU, but that's something else...'. -
whats AR mean?? *thinks a moment* I have no clue <<'
~kels~
Edited on Jan 02, 10:26 p.m. because ''. -
ok, for you all, this short piece is sposed to be somewhat weird I spose, because its about a girl, whose looking into the mirror but rather than seeing herself she sees someone who she doesnt remember she is, if I were to continue th story it would involve the girl bringing her real self in cantact with the self that she thinks exists. so yeah... does that make sense? (retorical question)
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shes looking in at her reflection, talking about what she sees, I think mostly this particular short story is my playing with words... trying to make it all sound better.... ~Kels~
Edited on Dec 28, 3:50 because 'sp'. -
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Is the girl someone she's met, or herself in a mirror?
Maybe AR?
~Aria
Edited on Dec 29, 4:30 p.m. because ''.
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